Banished from the sacred house,Thrown out into the cold, stormy decaying city,It's misty, allowing the virus to infect,Will I lose my way and be overcome?Will I become undone and forget the depth of my teachers..The growling sounds of an intoxicated soul, everywhereThe witchy laughter of a tormented whore, everywhereWhat will I make of them as an object of pityTheir sufferings and the painful screams only remind me of my distance from the houseI cover my scars with artMy immunity only increases the depths of my miseryNo relation, just a studyAn endless studyI miss the climbing flowers on the wallI even gave them namesThe fresh youthful airBeyond the pondLet it stare.

I am no longer there.

"Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence."

mannikin wrote:Banished from the sacred house,Thrown out into the cold, stormy decaying city,It's misty, allowing the virus to infect,Will I lose my way and be overcome?Will I become undone and forget the depth of my teachers..The growling sounds of an intoxicated soul, everywhereThe witchy laughter of a tormented whore, everywhereWhat will I make of them as an object of pityTheir sufferings and the painful screams only remind me of my distance from the houseI cover my scars with artMy immunity only increases the depths of my miseryNo relation, just a studyAn endless studyI miss the climbing flowers on the wallI even gave them namesThe fresh youthful airBeyond the pondLet it stare.

I am no longer there.

A really good poem! "I cover my scars with art." Now that's poetry!

"We must love one another or die." W.H.AudenI admit I'm an asshole. Now, can we get back to the conversation?From the mad poet of McKinley Ave.